Anti-Valentine's Day Anti-Sonnet
So, in honour of the day, and the way I feel about V-Day, I am sharing a poem I wrote back in the summer of ‘06. I had been going through to tough time, and when it was done I tucked it away. Historically, sonnets were written for lovers, by lovers (or wannabe-lovers)… so I thought it appropriate to share my modern-sonnet with you all.
Love it, hate it, I don’t mind; it's poetry, and poetry is subjective. I am crazy about my Beloved, and I do wish him a wonderful day! He's on vacation this week, and we have odds and ends to do, together. Even if those odds and ends are "re-sealing the roof with mastic tar", at least we're together-- see, I told you yesterday romance wasn't dead!
Usually I write him something nice, but I decided to share this instead. If you want an idea of how I feel about my Beloved, read Elizabeth Barret Browning's poem, "How Do I Love Thee?" That's probably the best written explanation that I can point you toward. And if you need something beautiful to share with your own Valentine, read him/her that poem. It's enchanting!
Now, this sonnet has nothing to do with my Beloved. The one gent who did it, well, he knows who he is.
Razor blades and broken glass bathed in isopropyl rain,
Knives, debris and shards of stuff can’t cause this sort of pain.
I let you hurt me, break my heart; I forgave you for it too
But break my heart a second time, and what’s this grrl to do?
Now, I’m not much like normal girls, I don’t follow “female rules”
I can’t tolerate stupidity or suffer any fools
I don’t use, abuse or dominate; manipulation’s not my style.
Dialogue and compromise, unless you’re in denial.
Many women, faced with this would just curl up and weep
My little man, I’m just a grrl; but, damn, I’m not a sheep.
Won’t beg, or plead or cry out loud, won’t ask, demand or wait,
For my full due—explanation please? Are you thriving on this hate?
What to do, to get through this: entirely demeaning,
To wish upon that one bright star, I hope that you die, screaming.